Chapter 414: The Momentum Under the City

A big hand composed of spiritual energy, swept with overwhelming momentum,

The goal, pointing directly at Yanyin,

Su Yanying's expression was cold, she snorted lightly, and was about to make a move,

Yan Yin stretched out his hand and pressed her, his body shook, and a blood shadow gushed out of his body,

There is no earth-shattering blood, no terrifying momentum, only a prosaic step forward,

"Drink. With a soft snort, the shadow of blood stood in front of him,

The big hand composed of aura slapped down horizontally, but it was blocked by the blood shadow,

The figure of the blood shadow was turbulent, and then took two steps back, not entering Yan Yin's body,

Although the combat effectiveness of the Blood Shadow has not been reflected, its unique ability has shown some,

At least, it's a good shield,

After the blood shadow was submerged in the body, Yan Yin's gaze looked upward,

There, a figure looked at him coldly,

"Fang Yin, the first big disciple of our Beast Sect was killed by you. Mr. Mo said with a cold expression, "Don't think that you don't know it's you when you wear a black robe, don't forget, there is only a dragon foal by your side in this world." ”

Hearing Mr. Mo tell the specific origin of the wind god, it was obvious that he had put in the effort to understand the wind god.

Smiling, Yan Yin said calmly, "Yes, I killed that person, and I took it with you, the ninth elder and the tenth elder of your beast sect, but so what." ”

"How did he become arrogant? "On the city wall, beside a young man carrying a large sword, stood two sturdy young men,

"Hmph, Fang Yin wasn't arrogant before. Another young man snorted coldly, "As a deputy commander of Dingbei, I'm afraid I can't hide it even more." ”

The man carrying the knife laughed and said, "Da Niu, one line, I'm afraid you two are thinking too much, Fang Yin is not arrogant, but Liwei." ”

"Liwei. "The person who spoke before was none other than the emperor and his party" Crazy knife, how to say this. ”

He is no longer immature, but much more sophisticated and mature, although he is still very cold.

On his body, there are vaguely some bloody shadows,

The other person is naturally Han Daniu who went to the north with the emperor and his entourage.

And the young man who carried the knife was not the mad knife who won the first place in the Tangwu Conference, who else could there be,

Crazy Dao smiled and said, "Okay, take your time, you'll know the reason later, however, Mr. Mo of the Beast Sect is extraordinary, with Fang Yin's strength, I'm afraid he is not his opponent." ”

Staring at Yan Yin with cold eyes, Mr. Mo glanced at the order and blood, and then looked at the dozen or so Martial Kings below and the tens of thousands of new Yan family troops in the rear, and sneered, "If you think that they are your support, then you are wrong, you killed the first big disciple of our Beast Sect, killed the Ninth Elder and the Tenth Elder, you will definitely die." ”

"Yes. Yan Yin smiled slightly, looked at Xue Li, and said, "Uncle Li, are you sure to take him?" ”

Xueli groaned for a moment, looked at Mr. Mo and said, "If I am a martial saint, he is only my ten punches." ”

In this regard, before Mr. Mo could speak, a middle-aged man beside him sneered, "What a big breath, just a martial king, it is so rampant, if Mr. Mo does not make a move, let me Lingyue understand your strength." ”

This person's strength is in the realm of the Spirit King, and as he spoke, he leaned down, and took only blood from a sharp long rope and left.

Shaking his head, Yan Yin looked at Xueli and said, "Be careful." ”

Nodding, Blood Fierce rushed forward a few steps abruptly, grabbing the long rope that had taken him,

With a lot of force, the middle-aged man's body was unstable and fell downward,

"Coiling Dragon. With a low shout, an incomparably powerful fist rushed up and hit the middle-aged man,

Sending out this move, the bloody body retreated and returned to Yan Yin's side,

Helplessly glancing at Xueli, Yan Yin took Su Yanying beside her into her arms and said, "Don't watch this scene." ”

The middle-aged man was hit by his fist in an instant,

In a miserable scream, it turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded in the air,

"It's just a spirit king, I don't know how many strange beasts have been killed in this seat in the past few decades, and there are no less than a hundred beast kings that have been killed, just with your strength as a newcomer to the realm of the spirit king, I'm afraid it's not as good as an ordinary beast king" With a calm expression, he glanced at the many cultivators who were looking at this scene in horror with a calm expression, and his bloody tone was very indifferent, not at all like he had killed someone,

"It's so strong. On the city wall, the mad knife said with a surprised expression, "When I went to Fang Yin before, although I had seen this person, I didn't see him really make a move, I didn't expect that he had reached the realm of a half-saint." ”

"Half-saint. The emperor and his entourage frowned, "What does this mean?" ”

"The demi-saint has already stepped into the realm of the martial saint, although it is not a martial saint, but it has already suppressed many martial kings" At this time, a voice sounded behind them,

I saw Yan Chuan and Yan Haoran coming together, and behind them, a heroic beauty looked at Yan Yin under the city calmly,

Letting go of Su Yanying's hand, Yan Yin looked at Mo Wuru and said with a calm expression, "Are you disciples of the Beast Sect so impulsive?" ”

Mr. Mo sneered and said, "He is not a member of our Beast Sect, he is a disciple of the Heavenly God Sect, now, you are not only the enemy of our Beast Sect, but also the enemy of the Heavenly God Sect, however, it doesn't matter, because if I want to kill you, no one can stop you, even if it is a martial king of the Half-Holy Realm." ”

As he spoke, Mr. Mo pressed his finger towards Xueli, and an incomparably powerful energy went straight to Xueli.

"Poof. With a muffled snort, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his figure couldn't help but take two steps back,

"General. Suddenly, more than a dozen martial kings belonging to the blood force's subordinates poured out a majestic momentum, pressing straight towards Mr. Mo,

"Hmph, Martial King, after all, he is just a Martial King. Mr. Mo sneered, and was about to strike again, when a figure appeared beside him,

"Mr. Mo, wait. "The person who came is from Qingyue Mountain, Yan Yin has seen it,

"Commander Fang led them to intercept the strange beasts in the north in the border city of thousands of miles, and they have been fighting so far, if Your Excellency deals with the great benefactor who has made meritorious contributions in the north because of a trivial matter, I am afraid it will not be good. The person came and said slowly, "Moreover, according to the agreement of the sage, the disciples of the various factions in the Western Xinjiang cannot compete with the martial artists. ”

"Disciple. Mr. Mo smiled and said, "Is Mo like a disciple?" ”

As he spoke, Mr. Mo slapped Yan Yin, this slap was more powerful and more powerful than the direct one.

Without waiting for Yan Yin to speak, the more than ten martial kings stood in front of Yan Yin one after another, intercepting the big hand that was patted down,

"Hmph. With a cold snort, Mr. Mo worked harder, and a big slap that stretched several feet horizontally pressed down fiercely.

"Moo. A soft cry sounded, and a purple shadow suddenly appeared in the sky above Mr. Mo, and his four hooves burned with purple flames, and he stepped down fiercely.

"Not good. At the moment when his color changed, everyone felt that the air shook, and then they saw Mr. Mo fall from the air with a muffled snort.

"I'll come. With a loud shout, his body rushed forward suddenly, his eyes opened angrily, and his fists slammed into Mr. Mo who fell down, and he was injured in blood, he naturally would not let go of such an opportunity to kill the saint.

However, a figure appeared beside Mr. Mo at a faster speed than him,

"Hmmm. A cold light flashed, and a blood splashed,

An arm, falling to the ground,

Mr. Mo's right arm was cut off by Yan Yin's sword,

In front of him, the cultivators who had originally stood proudly in the sky fell to the ground one after another,

The god of wind, this magical being, proved his strength as a dragon foal with his speed and strength at one time,

stepped on the Quartet with one move, so that Mr. Mo was directly injured and fell,

If it weren't for Mr. Mo's timely reaction at the critical moment, I'm afraid that Yan Yin would have cut off more than one arm.

A purple wind god stood quietly above Yan Yin, looking at Mr. Mo and the many cultivators around him with unkind eyes,

Holding the phantom, Yan Yin quietly looked at Mr. Mo, who was a little pale, and said slowly, "Spirit Saint, it is very powerful, but it doesn't mean that you are a Spirit Saint." ”

The long sword pointed diagonally at the ground, Yan Yin's voice suddenly became cold, he glanced at the people in the field, and said in a deep voice, "I heard that your factions in Western Xinjiang want to carve up Northern Xinjiang, right?" ”

"What, they want to carve up the northern frontier. ”

"How can this be. ”

"This is absolutely not allowed. ”

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Suddenly, the soldiers watching around became emotional, and their eyes looked at Mr. Mo and Ling Yue and other cultivators in the field with unkindness and suspicion.

"Fang Yin, this is wrong, everyone is here to pacify the trouble of the alien beasts in the northern Xinjiang, how can they carve up the northern Xinjiang" Without waiting for the masters of the various factions in the western Xinjiang to speak up, a loud laugh came from behind Mr. Mo and them,

I saw Mo ruthless with a team of people and horses appear in Yan Yin's eyes,

"After many years, I didn't think we could meet again. Mo smiled ruthlessly and said, "Commander Fang, don't come to harm." ”

In Yan Yin's eyes, Mo Wuru is a scheming person, and even now, he has always thought so,

Because in Mo Wulu's body, there is no kind of martial artist's masculinity and blood surname,

Saying that, Mo looked at Mr. Mo ruthlessly and with concern, and said, "Mr. Mo, you are okay." ”

Mr. Mo glanced at Fengshen with a cold expression, then looked at Mo Ruthless, and said, "It's just an arm, it's not in the way." ”

For cultivators, the continuation of the broken arm is just a trivial matter.

Especially, it is a master of the Spirit Saint level like Mr. Poison Mo,

Looking at Yan Yin coldly, Mr. Mo sneered, "If you think you are safe with a dragon horse, then you underestimate the strength of my Beast Sect too much." ”

After speaking, Mr. Mo snorted coldly and flew towards the north of the city,

At this time, he didn't dare to leave alone,

Otherwise, it is not impossible for Yan Yin to ruthlessly let the wind god kill him,

Although there are no masters in the north of the town, there are many people.

There are many people, and Mr. Mo expected that Yan Yin would not be able to make this heart.

Indeed, Yan Yin was still thinking in his heart that if Mr. Mo left with hatred, he would secretly let the wind god destroy him.

Even a beast saint wind god like Tianqi has solved it, not to mention an ordinary spirit saint,

It's just that his wish was disappointed,

Putting away her thoughts, Yan Yin looked at Mo Ruthless and said, "So, the news I got is fake, it turns out that Commander Mo has no idea of carving up Northern Xinjiang with the various factions in Western Xinjiang." ”

"Yes, Fang Yin, you think too much" Although I don't know how Yan Yin got the news, Mo Ruthless still said with a smile, "I didn't expect that Fang Yin was the commander of the new Yan family army who was fighting on the front line of the border city in the mouth of the master of Qingyue Mountain, which really surprised Ruthless." ”

Smiling, Yan Yin was silent, he didn't think that Mo Wuru would really not know that he was there in the border city of Wanli,

"Since it's a misunderstanding, let's go into the city and talk about it. Mo ruthlessly saw that Yan Yin was silent, and said with a smile, "Here, after all, this is not the place to speak, this time, let me, the master, pick up the wind and wash the dust for Fang Yin, and by the way, reward all the soldiers who fought on the front line of Northern Xinjiang and made great contributions to Northern Xinjiang." ”

"The hosts. He looked at Mo Ruthless with a sneer, and said slowly, "Northern Xinjiang, there has always been only one master, and he is surnamed Yan." ”

Mo Wuru's expression changed, and then he looked at the order with a smile and said, "Your Excellency is." ”

"Granted. "Grant the way of peace" to give it its life, and receive it to its life. ”

After saying this, the commanding eyes looked at the person behind Mr. Mo lightly,